Andy Biersack x reader SMUT

Andy's P.O.V.
I walk further along the beach's shoreline with my wife, Juliet. The contrasting yellow, orange and pink rays from the sunset on the horizon is doing no good to distract me from the half naked under-aged girls running around in their bikinis. Plump breasts jiggling in their bras all around me. Damn, this is so hot. Juliet's breasts are nothing like these juicy ones. I look at one girl in her bright red bikini. Hers are amazing! It's a shame that I'm not really into bleach-blonde sluts. I know right, how rude of me? To call a stranger, someone I don't even know, a slut, and to top it all off, to think about cheating on my wife? My dearest wife? You obviously don't know our relationship well.
"Andy, what are you staring at?!" My wife snaps me out of my gaze.
"Huh? What? oh- nothing," I reply. I don't really need any more fights with Juliet. The whole reason I took her out on this date tonight is so she'd stop harassing me all the time.
"Bullshit. I saw you staring at those girls!" I let go of her hand and stop walking.
"Jules, not now... please,"
"What?! You're embarrassed to be around me? Is that it?!"
"Can we go home and talk instead? People are starting to stare!" I whisper-yell back at her.
"FINE!" Juliet storms away from me, and off the beach.
I sigh. Fighting is all we've been doing since we got married. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised in the slightest if I found out she was cheating on me. I guess I should go home too - wait no, I'm gonna go to Ashley's place. I can't deal with that bitch right now. He'll let me stay over for the night, I know he will. He has to.
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*DING* *DONG* I ring the bell on Ashley's door. God, I hope he's home. I shiver and rub my hands together, the freezing night air stinging on my skin. Damn, LA usually isn't this cold. I look all around me and down the street both ways, then down at my suitcase. I had decided when I was half way to Ash's place, that I should go home and get a few things to bring with me. You know, the necessities. I wasn't really looking forward to my encounter with the devil, though. I kept on thinking she was going to chop my head off with an axe, stick it on a pitchfork and put it in the front yard to show off to our neighbour's how psychotic she really is. It turns out I was right. Well, kinda. I should just be glad she didn't actually do that. She only finished off our fight with the all time classic throwing of her ring at my chest. The only difference in our fight this time, is the fact that she made me pack a whole goddamn suitcase full of most of my clothing and my toothbrush. How great is that?
I ring Ashley's doorbell over and over again. Stopping only when I'm satisfied with the amount of times I've rung it. The stomping noises of Ashley's feet coming from inside in the hallway probably isn't a good sign... he was probably in the middle of fucking some hooker in the kitchen or something.
"Whoever the hell you are, I'm- Andy? What are you doing here- and with a suitcase?" He looks at me with a puzzled expression.
"Never mind that now, can I come inside? I'm freezing to death out here," I answer him, shivering my ass off.
"Yeah, yeah, come in," He opens the door wider, and gestures for me to come inside. I gladly do so.
We walk over to the living room, where there are pizza boxes, beer bottles and condoms in various places. I'm glad those condoms are still in their packets.
I shove a pizza box off the couch and sit down in its place, setting down my suitcase on the floor, in front of my legs. Ashley takes his place next to me, also having to remove a porno mag to sit down.
"You really need to clean out your house Ash..." I say, observing my surroundings.
"So, what happened to make you come here in the middle of the night?" He says, ignoring my previous statement.
"Oh, um, I got into another fight with Juliet," I say simply, shrugging my shoulders.
"Oh, man she kicked you out, didn't she?" I nod my head up and down, looking at the top of my suitcase. "Let me guess, you wanna stay here for a while until you two can work things out, don't you?"
"Yeah, kinda... look man, I have no other place to stay! Please," I beg, looking Ash dead in the eyes.
"Alright, I guess so. You can stay here for a while. I'll take you to the guest bedroom," We both stand up, and Ash starts walking us down his very short hallway. I had no idea Ash had a guest room.
We stop in front of a door, which Ash so simply pushes open. Inside the room is a mattress on the floor, rolled up posters in a corner, a cabinet, pillows and blankets folded up in one corner, and a lamp next to the mattress that isn't plugged into the wall. We both go into the room.
"So, this is where you'll be staying. You can put some of the posters up if you like, you know, to give the room some life. Make yourself at home. I'm gonna go to bed." I nod, and he walks out through the doorway and into the hallway, closing the door behind him.
I look around the room once again. Unlike the rest of his house, this room is actually clean. I set down my suitcase at the end of the mattress, running my fingers through my hair. It's not much, but it'll do. I mean, who am I to complain? At least I have somewhere to stay. I'm pretty grateful of Ash, I mean, if it weren't for him I would be in the streets of LA. That's not a very good thing at this time of night... anyway, I should probably go make up my bed. I think I'm going to have to sign a lot of paperwork in the near future. If you get what I'm saying...
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Settings and - ah, here it is. "Open New Incognito Window".
Don't mind if I do.
I slowly begin to pull down my fly as well as typing in the search bar. "Pornhub", there it is. I click on the link to the sexual website, feeling my cock grow harder in my tight-fitted jeans as the images of attractive, young, naked women getting pounded by 10 inch dicks or dildos pops up on the screen. I lick my lips and sigh. Finally, i'm going to be able to relax after all the shit that's been dumped on my plate these past few weeks. Juliet and I got a divorce, I've had to deal with looking for a new place to live and to top it all off getting this new album done has really put a lot of stress on my end. I mean, I love writing songs and making something for the fans to listen to, but it's been so stressful lately. We even had to delay the release of the album because of everything that's going on. Luckily though, I have my stress reliever... porn.
I click on one of the videos, immediately hearing the loud moans come from my computer. Pulling down my boxers, I stroke myself lightly, my hardness already forming quicker. I lean back in my desk chair, wrapping my fingers around my length and pumping my hand up and down slowly.
Watching the intense video, with my foreskin moving up and down with my hand in a rhythmical pattern, I let myself completely indulge in the pleasure. I can't help but feel amazingly delectable in my groin region. My wild imagination adding up to the pressure of an impending mess. A white, gooey mess for that matter.
"Ngggggghhhhh..." I tilt my head up towards the ceiling, thrusting my hand up and down faster on my cock. Fuck, those pornstars' moans are really high pitched! I can't take it any longer...
The feeling of my wood twitch and throb beneath my fingertips sends me into an oblivion, my orgasm washing over me like a wave. My internal stickiness spurting out of my slit like there's no tomorrow.
With one last sigh of exhaustion, I reach around the desk for my cum rag; which I seem to have forgotten, based on the fact it's nowhere in sight.
Sighing, I stuff my length back into my boxers and get up. I'll just clean up later. Besides, I don't live with anyone else anymore, so it's completely fine. My little Crow is out frolicking from tree to tree so no little creature has to be traumatized today.
I walk to my room and lay down on my bed, pulling the coverings across my body. Maybe next time I should hire a hooker or something like Ashley does when he gets horny. Nahhhh, I think I'll just stick to my hand for now.

Masturbation for the win!

Notes

"Masturbation for the win!" haha, that's my favourite bit.